That almost whimper is caught--just barely--and Matt laughs into the other's neck, fingers spraying on the others abdomen and pressing down. Hard, but not enough to bruise. To counteract the brief bit of pain, he sucks on the other's neck just where the others collarbone begins, promising a dark bruise. Tim is the only one he knows that likes hickeys, most of the people he knows equates them to high school possessiveness.

He doesn't mind being possessive of Tim. Not really. If it's what Gutterson wants, he'll get it.

"Did you think we'd be anything more than a quick fuck when we first met?" He asks, and the hand on Tim's stomach moves to his hip bones, pressing a thumb against one, feeling it.